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The wind howled across the waves as Elsa stood atop the highest cliff at the northernmost edge of the fjord. The cold didn't bother her—in fact, it grounded her. Her white cloak fluttered in the icy gusts, and her hair, braided tightly behind her, glistened with frost. Her sapphire eyes stared out over the vast stretch of the Dark Sea. Somewhere beyond that endless grey-blue expanse lay the answers. Ahtohallan.
Behind her were the voices of her sister, Anna, and Ethan—the young man from another world. But ahead...was only the unknown.
Elsa took a deep breath and stepped forward. The moment her boots hit the surface of the sea, it froze beneath her in beautiful spirals of ice, spreading outward with each step. She moved carefully, her fingers glowing faintly as she kept the sea calm, holding back its violent nature with every ounce of her magic.
But it was no ordinary sea.
A wave surged toward her, crashing like a beast, cold and merciless. She raised her hands and carved a path through it with a blast of freezing wind. Again and again, the sea tried to reject her—towering swells, whirlpools, waves as tall as castle walls. She fought them all, her breath heavy, her arms trembling.
Still, she pressed on.
As she reached the deeper waters, she began to see flashes. Glimmers of memory in the water—her mother's voice, her father's warning. She paused, panting, when suddenly a massive wave rose and knocked her into the freezing sea.
Darkness.
Silence.
Then, a glowing blue light from beneath—the shape of a water horse. The Nøkk.
Elsa fought to tame it. Water thrashed around her as she reached out, her magic surging. "I don't want to fight," she whispered. "I just want to understand."
The Nøkk resisted, eyes fierce, hooves of water pounding. But Elsa didn't give up. She calmed her breath. She reached into her own fear, her own uncertainty, and turned it into strength. A thread of icy light curled from her fingers and slowly wrapped around the creature's form. The Nøkk slowed... then bowed.
With a soft smile, Elsa climbed onto its back.
Riding the Nøkk, she crossed the final stretch of the sea. The storm behind her faded, the waters stilled. Before her rose a wall of white—Ahtohallan. Towering, majestic, and impossibly still.
She dismounted and stepped onto the frozen river.
Each footstep echoed.
"Show yourself…" she whispered, her breath visible in the air.
The ice below her feet began to glow. Shapes moved beneath the surface—figures of light and memory. Elsa saw her mother, Iduna, singing to her as a child. Her father, Agnarr, speaking of the dam. The shipwreck—an image so clear she flinched. The queen's hand reached out to the ice, tears welling in her eyes.
As the voices swirled, Elsa saw the truth laid bare: her mother was from the Enchanted Forest. The dam had not been a gift—it was a trap. The spirits turned against Arendelle's betrayal. Her parents had sailed in search of Ahtohallan… to find answers for her powers.
A deep silence followed.
Then a voice—a voice that sounded both foreign and familiar—whispered from beneath the ice.
"You are the bridge."
Elsa gasped.
Suddenly, her own memories surfaced—her childhood loneliness, the fear in Anna's eyes, the gates being closed… the years of silence. And through all of it, the growing power inside her. She fell to her knees.
The glow beneath the ice intensified, light swirling around her like snow in a blizzard. Her heart pounded. This was the moment.
The voice echoed once more: "You are the fifth spirit."
Elsa stood. Her arms spread slightly, her face illuminated by the blue light. "Then let me be it."
The ice cracked open beneath her, not to swallow her, but to embrace her. As if Ahtohallan itself accepted her.
Just as she took a step deeper into the glowing chasm, something stirred in the air. A tremor in her magic. A pull.
Then—
CRACK.
Elsa turned.
A shadow flickered across the ice.
Her breath caught.
"Who's there?" she called out, but only silence answered.
A pulse of dark energy echoed through Ahtohallan, and the lights beneath her feet shifted in color—icy blue turning to deep violet.
Elsa narrowed her eyes, sensing something had changed.
She wasn't alone.
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